If it wasn't for her knowing that Zheng Haoyu didn't like to smile, in fact, he always had a cold expression, Ye Ling might have been quite pleased at the moment. But she knew that although she didn't understand him much, the smile on his face at this moment meant that something bad was about to happen, maybe even a disaster.
Her lips trembled slightly. During the time she had been imprisoned here, starving and cold, she had aged rapidly, looking at least ten years older, her once vibrant lips now dry and chapped. She looked like a destitute old lady who made a living from scavenging trash. Ye Ling, with eyes now murky from hardship, looked at Zheng Haoyu and asked, "What do you...want to do?"
Turning the mini pistol in his hand, Zheng Haoyu took a few steps forward, squatted in front of her and said, "Nothing really, I'm just curious about Qin Qiang right now. Could you tell me about him?"
